Summary: Santana and her babies all come down with a cold at the same time and caring for sick, whiny Lopezes is no easy feat. Supermom Brittany to the rescue!
A/N: A short ficlet based on this tumblr prompt: "Santana is sick and Brittany takes care of her. It's gonna be so cute, I just know it."
Full disclosure: I'm obsessed with writing about Brittana being moms. It's just too adorable and this was really fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the related characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.
If you like Brittana baby!fics, do check out my other fic "Grumpy Cat." Let me know what you guys think xoxo Take care - sarcasticscully
To say that the Lopez-Pierce house was in chaos would be an understatement. Brittany and Santana's triplets were not only in the "Terrible Twos" stage but also all had colds at the same time, so of course, that also meant Santana got the cold from them and was taking a sick day. That meant the entire family except for Brittany, with her super strong immune system was out of commission and as Brittany learned quickly, Lopezes did not handle being sick well.
The blonde was in full nurse mode. It became clear that without Brittany, the entire house would fall apart.
It's just a cold... you're not exactly dying, Santana was what Rachel had told her when she had sent the millionth text complaining about her current state of health to the brunette singer but what did short stuff know about anything?
"Britt!" She did her best to shout and a whiny, croaking sound that didn't sound like her own voice echoed down the hall. Santana lay on her back, staring listlessly at the ceiling and sniffling. Her black hair was in wild disarray and she knew she looked like shit with no makeup on in nothing but a faded old baggy t-shirt, dark circles around her eyes but she couldn't care less at the moment.
"Nurse Brittany is here! What is it, Honey?" Santana's wife came in a few minutes later, holding a dramatically wailing triplet in one arm. Diego clung to Brittany tightly, sniffling in between sobs and wearing blue, footed pajamas with cats on them.
"Can please you pass me that-"
She tried to point towards the box of tissues on the dresser. They both winced when the other two toddlers started screaming at the same time. They had definitely all inherited Santana's lung capacity.
"Sorry, Baby. I'll be right back."
She kissed Santana's forehead softly. As fast as Brittany had arrived, she was gone and Santana groaned, falling back against the pillow. She was dizzy and hot.
Minutes later Brittany returned, this time with a different triplet in orange pajamas, Leo, who was also crying at the top of his lungs into his mother's chest, kicking his feet. Santana could somehow tell each identical triplet apart by now but Brittany got easily confused still so they colour-coded them since they were born practically.
"Aw, maybe we can try rocking back and forth?" Brittany suggested, shifting the baby boy in her arms and doing so. That seemed to soothe him a little and both parents breathed a sigh of relief. Brittany had milk stains all over her shirt and what looked like baby slobber on the other side but apparently she too had given up on caring about what she looked like.
"Britt, I think I'm dying!" Santana moaned loudly, hanging sideways with her head falling off the bed.
"Don't say that."
"My head hurts like hell, I've got the shakes, I've never been so congested before...it- it hurts!" She whined.
"I know, Baby, shh you need to get some sleep." Brittany smiled softly. Santana had never been more grateful for her lovely wife as Brittany gently rubbed her back with her free hand while still balancing the writhing baby and a bottle in her other arm.
"Can you pass me that-" She struggled to gesture towards the tissue box again but they were interrupted by the two other triplets screeching with all their might. Brittany just bit her lip in concern, apologizing and rushing off to look after her babies again.
When she returned, she was holding a feisty, hollering one in bright red pajamas who was a little more aggressive than the other two- Marco. He was the leader of the pack and the real boss of the LoPierce house - well aside from Brittany of course. Santana used her remaining strength to sit up and kiss him on the forehead, just as she had done for his brothers before she collapsed dramatically on the bed. A few minutes later, Brittany was rushing back to the nursery again.
This cycle kept continuing until Santana gave up on being able to blow her nose.
Finally, an uncharacteristically exhausted looking Brittany came in, carrying three squirming, loud little mini-Santanas with curly blond hair, dimples and big, bold dark eyes in just their diapers. They were almost identical to their Mami, though Brittany often joked that the blond hair was from her. Their hair would probably darken up when they got older, Santana thought. Her wife placed the chubby cheeked, tiny humans next to Santana on the bed wearily.
Santana just stared at them and they stared back at her. They started to fuss. They all had what others referred to as Santana's signature "ugly crying" facial expression on. Yet another thing the triplets had inherited directly from her. At least Brittany thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen on all of them.
"So adorable. My four babies." Brittany commented lovingly as they all, including Santana, began to whine and complain tearfully. Santana knew Brittany was an expert on Lopezes but even she looked completely worn out.
As the babies began to scream and cry all at once - they liked to do everything in sync- Santana could only do the same thing as well, cuddling her babies close to her. When she looked around for her wife, Brittany was passed out, fast asleep and snoring lightly, spread out across the bottom of the bed.